It was an unbearably hot day, the kind of day that left me sweating profusely even as I stood perfectly still. The relief brought about by my fifth, maybe sixth cold shower lasted three minutes at most. At 4:30 p.m. the sun was still beating down ruthlessly. I planned to pick up the kids from school, drop off their stuff at home and head to the supermarket. There wasn't much at home to put a decent dinner together with.
By studying tennis player tantrums we can learn a great deal that can help us improve our psychological approach to tennis, or indeed any sport. Here are five classic tantrums, each one with a distinct lesson to teach us.
So stick with us. Every meal might not be perfect every time, but remember what we said last week: it's a marathon, not a sprint. So stretch your legs, hydrate yourself (with a glass of wine, or two!) and get ready to cook with those rascals!
Raising twins has been the most incredible, unique, fun, rewarding, and challenging experience of my life. Watching my girls grow and learn together has been the driving force that inspires me, encourages me, and compels me to wake up every morning and do it all over again. It's not easy.
I want to fast-forward; then I want to rewind. I don't know what the hell I want.
Here is a helpful pie chart with some of the more frequent requests (by percentage).
Why are we serving our kids this stuff? Why is this assumed to be the norm? And more importantly, why do we just mindlessly go along with it? Of course, that's what they're going to want to eat if that's all they've ever been offered.